nsamusements | Call Out Meme: Version 5.0

[She sighs, resting her head against his chest.]

All right. I won't cook. Mean...

[Muttering to herself, she shakes her head, rolling back and forth from the point she made contact with him.]

It is already a handful looking after me here, hmm? We'll just have to celebrate enough for all of them to make it up, won't we?

Mean? Who are you calling mean?

[Diarmuid raises an eyebrow at her, rocking back as if trying to match her.]

I am merely trying to make sure my lovely lady relaxes and enjoys the celebration as much as she can. Am I really to be called mean for that?

[Grainne puffs up her cheeks; he should be scared. Very scared.]

My knight is mistaken if he thinks his lady did not notice all those times he pretended to enjoy the food she made with their daughter...

[...poke. Right in the chest.]

And he is mistaken if he thinks she can't tell he's trying to lessen the damage done at the celebration.

[Diarmuid holds out his hands defensively, but the grin on his face as he peeks around them shows he's not really afraid of her...

...even if maybe he should be.]

You assume such terrible things of me, my Lady. I'm hurt. What proof do you have of these accusations? When did I ever not eat what you two made and offered to me?

[Notice he very carefully does not say 'when did I not enjoy what was offered to me' which pretty much proves her point right there.]

[Huffing, Grainne stands on her toes to address him this time.]

I did not say you did not eat it... you know better than that. For shame, trying to trick me like that.

[Poke!]

A wife knows, my knight. I just never said anything for Druime's sake. She is always so happy her father likes her food.

[Slowly, she settles down and her arms go back around him.]

Why are you so good to me?

[Diarmuid catches that poky hand and presses the back of it to his lips, tongue flicking to just barely to tease the skin.

Distractions? What distractions?

He grins at her and then lets the hand go so she can wrap her arms around him.]

I don't know why you think I should have been anything but good to you. Does it say somewhere in the rules of being a husband that I should not be good to you? I don't know if I was ever told that part...

Don't tease me...

[Another poke, this time in his back. She's using that pouting tone, mumbling into his chest.]

I wanted to know! There's so many things I want to talk about... oh! Do you have plans this afternoon? Those flowers will wilt if we don't put them up.

[Diarmuid shakes his head and then leans down to place a gentle kiss on the top of her head.]

I wanted to do a few things in that room, but I finished them while you were away. Shall we go upstairs and decorate?

[He gives her a squeeze before letting go so that he can gather some of the flowers into his arms to take upstairs.]

What do you want to talk about?

[Gathering up her dress pieces, she sets them on the table and picks up the flowers he didn't get. Then she falters for a moment, looking around.]

I forgot to get jars for these.

[But she cheers up, falling into line behind him.]

Yes, I'm ready. Do you think now that its open, you could teach me how to fight?

I can go back down and get some jars if you really want them.

[Diarmuid leads the way up the catwalks that he spend no small amount of time making stronger after she arrived.]

If you want to learn how to fight, I will be glad to teach you. What do you think...

[He turns back to smirk and wink at her.]

...do you want to focus on knife work?"

[Grainne makes a squeaking noise, her face turned an interesting shade of pinkish red and she freezes mid step in the middle of the stairs.]

Mean... I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever be able to make up for that, now...

[How exactly he does it is unknown, but Diarmuid manages to lean back to kiss her on the nose without falling or turning around completely. He then continues on up the stairs and waits for her at the top.]

Learn to joke with me, and I will call things even. Otherwise, I will be forced to tickle you whenever I get the urge to hear your laughter...

[That does nothing to lessen the blush. In fact, it only increases it.

Learn to joke, oh? Puffing up her cheeks, Grainne stares at him as he climbs up, then a mischievous grin crosses her face.

He shouldn't have said that...]

Don't tickle me... [ahem.] I'd love to learn knifework, dear heart. It will give me ample opportunity to see that well filled pair of pants up close and personal while you're working. When you're not wiggling it up the stairs, I mean.

[She takes the remaining steps quickly, drawing up close behind him to briefly reach out with her freed hand and cup that well filled pair of pants...

Well, someone has been a bad influence on Grainne.]

Grainne!

[At first, he is so startled that is all he can say. Diarmuid's face turns red, and he looks away a moment as if to hide it. Sure, he's used to that kind of joking from the Fianna. Especially when drunk they weren't the most...refined of speakers...but from Grainne?

After a moment, he seems to get himself a bit more under control, and smiles at her, amusement in his eyes even if he is still blushing.]

Oh...then I shouldn't wear those very nice and much looser pants you got for me...

[His reaction makes her laugh. Not a soft laugh, but she knows she got him and got him well.

Setting the flowers on their bed, she's still giggling.]

You said you wanted me to joke with you. Be careful what you wish for, my handsome, blushing knight. I am good with words, or have you forgotten?

[Then she grins at him, going up to take his flowers from him.]

Did I do it right? I tried to remember how all the men spoke when they were drunk.

[Diarmuid allows her to take the flowers, just basking in the sound of her laughter. Even if her words embarrassed and startled him, it is all worth it to hear that familiar and beloved sound again.]

You did very well. Startlingly well...

[Yes, she is good with words. He remembers that. It's just a little more unsettling that she was able to copy the behavior of drunken men so well...]

Will I be happier if I don't ask how and why you were spending time learning the actions of drunken men? Or was it just how you survived all those parties...

[She laughs again, settling the bundle of flowers on the bed next to the smaller one.]

Well... yes, I suppose you can say I learned it to survive parties. When all the men were drunk and seeking their beds, me and my sisters were left to ourselves... we would pick the rudest one and see if we could mimic him. In secret, of course. It was so much fun, it became a routine. Father would get so mad if he caught us at it, but in the end he would only shake his head and say he was glad we were in such high spirits.

[Glancing over her shoulder, her face is still full of nothing but mischief.]

It really does wiggle, though...

[Diarmuid nods in understanding, smiling as she describes the antics of herself and her sisters. It sounds like it would have been very amusing to watch considering some of the things he remembers seeing some of his drunken fellows do.

The smile turns into something more confused at her last statement. Even though Diarmuid is confused, the blush starts coming back to his cheeks. Somewhere, he has a feeling he knows what she is talking about even if he doesn't want to actually admit it.]

What wiggles?

I think you already know...

[Grainne giggles, and turns her attention back to the flowers. Sorting each into color and blossom, she starts humming to herself, glancing back every so often, when a handful falls to the floor by accident.

Without thinking, she bends over, forgetting for the moment she only has a pair of shorts on.]

Do we have any jars downstairs?

I think you are imagining things...

[Diarmuid turns away for a moment, not sure why he is so embarrassed even though he is. When she asks about the jars, he turns back to answer her, only to have his fading blush light up again and the heat inside him flare back to life with a vengeance when he sees her bent over in those shorts. Immediately, he turns away trying to calm himself.

Somehow, Diarmuid doesn't think she will be very happy with him if he throws her down on those flowers she just spent so much time gathering...]

I-I'm sure we have some. D-did you want me to get them for you now?

[Standing up suddenly, Grainne tries to turn at the same time, but the same problem that gives her stiffness in her legs makes her less agile than she used to be and sits down heavily on the bed tripping over her own feet.

She knows why he's speaking like that. Oops... maybe these shorts weren't such a good idea after all.]

If you would, fair one...

[Diarmuid nods, and, as soon as he realizes she is okay, disappears out of the nest. Once he hits the stairs down off the catwalk, he forces himself to slow down so he can have the time to calm himself down. By the time he hits the bottom, his embarrassment has passed. Indeed, he's grinning.

With a body like that, is it any wonder he and she had so many children?

He gathers a couple of jars and is soon heading back upstairs. Though he's still feeling warm, he is much more under control now.]

I brought three. Do you think that is enough?

[Her face brightens when he comes back with the jars, running over to take them off his hands.]

Thank you, dear one. Tonight...

[Giving him a wink, she moves off to set the jars on the table, and starts sorting the stems into each one, choosing colors with care and humming to herself a few bars of one of his favorite songs.]

I think this is enough... It will look so nice in here with the flowers, won't it? Once I get these put away, do you want to break for lunch? It's a little late, but I forgot to eat while I was out.

Ah...as you wish...

[Desire flares in him again for a moment, but he pushes it away a little easier this time. He would have been fine letting things go, but if she insists...

Why it's rude to say no to a lady, especially when she is your wife.]

Would you like a little music while you work? Or should I get you something to eat first?

[He frowns. What is with her and forgetting to eat? Is he going to have to start eating on a regular schedule just to make sure she does?]

[He gets more of her laughter, and she turns to face him with some pink tulips in hand.]

I had something this morning, so I'm all right for now. Shall I start calling you the worrying knight? I would love to hear you play...

[After a moment, however, placing those tulips in one of the jars, her face falls.]

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